Chapter 4

All Colby could see was a man leaving the building.

"FBI! Stay where you are!", he yelled and shot, but it was too late.

Colby's eyes scanned the room and his heart nearly stopped when he saw his partner lying on the floor, unconscious.

"David!"

Colby ran downstairs and felt David's pulse. Too fast...

His shirt was soaked in blood.

"Open your eyes. Hey man!", Colby tried to wake him.

Panic rose inside of him. Ambulance, the word that immediately came to his mind.

He took out his phone and dialed 911.

"Hello? This is Agent Colby Granger. My partner was shot. I need an ambulance, right now!"

Colby told the paramedics the adress and ended the call.

He saw the screen of the computer and cursed. They were too late, David got shot, the bad guy got away...how could it get worse?

He turned his attention back to his partner.

"David. Come on, don't do this to me. Wake up!"

Again he checked the pulse and his eyes widened. Now there was no beating anymore.

"Oh god. David? David, no! Wake up!" Colby started with resuscitation.

He just concentrated on David, he didn't even hear the ambulance arrive.

Soon two paramedics were at his side.

"Sir, sir... you can stop. We'll take care of him now."

Slowly Colby did what they told him and looked at his hands. David's blood was all over it. He felt sick... Looking at the blood of his partner and best friend was worse than everything else.

Colby sat there for a while, realizing what had happened.

The paramedics were already gone. It calmed the agent a bit to know that his friend was in hospital right now or maybe soon.

Finally his brain started to work again. He had to call Don, tell him what had happened.

He got out his phone and dialed Don's number.

"Don?"

Colby waited for an answer and then he continued: "Yeah... It's... it's me, Colby. Ehm... something happened."

He didn't want to tell his boss, but he had to.

"It's David. He's been shot. The guy who did it was able to flee. I'll drive to the hospital now. See ya there?"

Don said, that he would come there as soon as he could and they ended the call.


Don didn't even bother himself with asking if they had found Larry and Amita. Surely Colby would have told him.

Charlie looked at his brother with huge eyes.

"Wha- what's wrong, Don?"

"Ehm... listen, Charlie," Don started and laid a hand on his brother's shoulder, "They haven't found them. And David... David's been shot."

Charlie had to sit down. Clumsily he sat on a nearby chair.

"I'll drive to hospital now...", Don started, but his brother interupted him: "No, Don! Please stay with me. I- I can't manage it alone. I can't program the virus alone. I need you here."

"Charlie... I can't help you. And I need to know if David is okay."

Don didn't want to leave Charlie, but he didn't know how he could help his baby brother. This one had tears in his eyes. Still he nodded and said: "Okay... Go. I- I can do it."

"Thank you."

Don left and Charlie wanted to cry. It was all to much for him.

To be continued

A/N: I hope you like this chappie.